“I am an avarice old lady,” complained Mrs. Fillmore. “Just as you lust after chocolate candy bars, my husband and I were greedy for money.”
“Hey, at least my candy isn’t haunted!” Billy snapped back.
“I know child, I am just being bitter. I am finally going to pay the price for my bad habits.”
“Well Mrs. Fillmore, it isn’t over yet. I’ll try to protect you, even though you are some sort of master criminal.“ The large boy stepped bravely in front of the old lady and stood before the bedroom door.
A tear ran down her cheek as Mrs. Fillmore said, “you are a sweet boy Bill.”
“It must be because of all that candy I have eaten.”